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"I think that will do, Bakura. I'm dry now, and there really isn't any way to save this shirt."

Bakura ceased in handing Ryou paper towels and threw the wad that he had ready in his hand into the trash bin.

"Thank you, by the way."

"No problem."

Bakura pushed himself off the wall that he was leaning against and started towards the door.

"Oh, wait, not so fast, Kura."

Bakura looked over his shoulder at Ryou.

"Why don't you tell me the real reason you rushed away from the table to help me?"

Bakura's expression remained blank. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Come on, I saw you talking to Marik. It looked like you were getting pretty close. What happened?"

Sighing, Bakura turned to face Ryou, who stood in front of the bathroom's long row of sinks, his arms crossed over his chest. "I… may have let it slip out to him on the bus that I might possibly… not hate, someone."

Ryou's eyes widened. "You told him that you like him!?"

"Hush, not so loud! And, no, I didn't tell him that I 'liked' him specifically, but then he started asking me all these questions. It was plain to see who I was referring to, but, then again, the boy is so thick that he still probably doesn't know. I suppose I don't really have anything to worry about."

Ryou stared at Bakura, his face thoughtful. Bakura took his silence as the end of the conversation, and he stood to leave again.

"…Kura." He stopped. "Why don't you just tell him?"

Bakura snorted. "Ryou, whether Marik is gay or not doesn't really matter, Marik has convinced himself that he's straight. He wouldn't give up his charade and embarrass himself for anybody. If he knew that I was seriously interested in him, he would probably take more drastic measures to remind everyone of his sexuality. He might…" Bakura paused, gritting his teeth. "He might not let me be around him anymore."

"How could he not know that you're in love with him? You touch him and flirt with him all the time."

"OK, One: Love is a strong word. The King of Thieves loves nothing except gold and himself. Two: Marik is dense, so he most likely believes me to be teasing him, not serious."

"Aw, Bakura…" Ryou stepped forward, putting both hands on Bakura's shoulders. "No matter what Marik has told himself, he can't change who he really is inside. He'll come around, it just might take time."

Bakura didn't respond. Then, he raised his head, smiling playfully. "Speaking of love, how are you and Melvin?"

Ryou blushed and shoved Bakura lightly. "Bakura!" Bakura chuckled, and soon Ryou joined in, giggling quietly. "Oh, I know he doesn't seem this way, but Melvin's really very sweet. He acts very much like a large child. It's quite cute, actually."

"Alright, well, if he annoys you too much, just let me know. I can take care of him for you."

Ryou rolled his eyes, making his way to the door. "I don't know, Bakura. Melvin is pretty strong."

"Hey, what are you saying?!" Ryou laughed as he exited the bathroom with Bakura following closely behind.

Marie was waiting for them outside the door. "There you boys are. Dinner time is over. Line up with everyone else." Bakura approached the group, but Marie held up a hand to stop Ryou. "Oh, Ryou, you've got something on your shirt." Ryou looked down and was puzzled to find a tiny blue feather stuck to his front. He plucked it off the fabric and eyed it, twirling it in his fingers. He stared up at Marie, a look of horrified realization on his face. Marie winked and chuckled, gently giving him a push toward the others.

"Oh, hey Bakura! Did you get Ryou cleaned up?" Marik asked as Bakura walked up to him.

"Yes, he's fine. What are we doing now?"

"Ann and Marie said that they have another activity for us. I'm not sure what it is yet."

The class began its trek back to their cabins. Marik and Bakura walked in a peaceful silence. Marie led the boys to their cabins while Ann guided the girls to theirs. Once the members of Cabin 1 had all been accounted for, Marie announced the final activity of the day. "Alright kids, it's time for your last bonding exercise before lights out. Here's what we'll do. I'm going to lock the door with all of you in here. That way, you'll have no choice but to spend time with each other. OK, bye." In one swift, sweeping motion, she stepped out of the doorway, pulled out a key, and locked the door.

Yugi automatically sprinted to the door and jiggled the knob. "What in the world, Marie?! It's only 7:00. What are we supposed to do for so long?"

"I don't know. Sleep? Braid each other's hair? Play spin-the-bottle? It doesn't really matter, so long as I don't have to watch you brats until morning. Well, I'll be seeing you." She turned and walked away without another word.

"Hey, w-wait! Come back!" Yugi continued to rattle the door, clearly panicking. Yami stepped next to Yugi and started kicking it. The door didn't budge.

"Man, these girls come up with the worst team-building exercises ever," Duke commented.

Joey groaned and flopped onto his back on one of the beds. "Well boys, what are we going to do?"

Tristan shrugged. "I guess we could play a game."

Yami brightened at that idea. "Oh, let's play-"

"No!" Everyone except Yugi glared at Yami. "We're not playing duel monsters, or any other card game, for that matter," Marik growled.

"Unless it's strip poker," Bakura added, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

The room became quiet, as if everyone was considering this option. "Does anyone have a pack of normal playing cards?" Joey asked.

Unfortunately, no one did.

Melvin shrugged. "Maybe we should play spin-the-bottle."

Marik stared at him like he had grown an extra head. "Um, in case you haven't noticed, we're locked in this cabin, and there are no girls in here."

"So what? Half of us are gay, and the rest of us are bi."

"Not me," Marik countered. "I'm one hundred percent straight."

Melvin rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Anyone got a bottle?"

Duke reached into his pack and pulled out a soda bottle which he had emptied on the bus. Since no one else had any idea of what to do until they felt like sleeping, everyone sat in a tight circle in the middle of the small space. Marik hesitated, standing to the side.

Seto raised an eyebrow at him. "Well, aren't you going to play?"

Marik shook his head quickly. "No way! I'm not gay."

Ryou smiled gently. "Come on Marik, we don't want to leave you out. It's just a game; it doesn't mean anything. The people who have to kiss aren't necessarily attracted to each other; it's just for fun."

Yami nodded. "Exactly. For example, if Yugi kisses anyone other than me, it's like kissing a dead fish to him. Right, Yugi?"

"Keep telling yourself that," Seto mumbled.

"I don't know…" Marik said slowly, eyeing Bakura as he did.

Yugi followed Marik's gaze, then smiled in realization. "Marik, we're not going to make fun of you if you play. Right, Bakura?"

"I make no promises."

"Bakura!"

"Oh, fine, I won't say anything. Come sit by me, Marik."

Marik smiled shyly at Bakura's invitation, finally giving in and stepping over to him. Once Marik was settled, Seto grabbed the bottle to take the first turn. The bottle spun smoothly over the floor before stopping on Joey.

Joey's face flushed, his eyes darting back and forth between the bottle and Seto. Seto sighed and leaned toward the boy sitting to his right, giving him a brief peck on his cheek. Joey turned an even brighter and possibly unhealthy shade of red.

Bakura snorted. "That was weak, Kaiba. We're not in middle school anymore. You have to give the person that the bottle lands on a real kiss."

Seto glared at Bakura, clearly indignant that his kissing skills were being questioned. Turning back to Joey, Seto grabbed two fistfuls of his shirt and slammed their lips together in a rough kiss. After a few moments, he pulled back and let go of Joey. Joey fell flat on his back with a dazed expression.

"Was that better?"

"That was acceptable, yes."

Yami spun next. His face dropped when the bottle cap faced Duke. He looked to his side at Yugi. "Remember that it's just a game, Aibou." Yugi shrugged and smiled. Yami nodded at Yugi, then crawled over the bottle to Duke, pressing their lips together briefly.

Melvin placed his hand on the bottle eagerly. Bakura thought he saw a bluish shadow pass through Melvin's hand. He watched as Melvin twisted the bottle. It happened to land on Ryou.

Melvin grinned wolfishly and looked to Ryou, who blushed and stared back up at Melvin. In the blink of an eye, Melvin pounced on Ryou, towering over him with one arm on each side of his head. He leaned down and hungrily kissed Ryou. Ryou mewled a little loudly, but he otherwise didn't complain. Their eyes fluttered closed as Melvin threaded his hands through Ryou's hair, and Ryou wrapped his arms around Melvin's neck, pulling them closer together.

The rest of the group stared in awe. Marik coughed. "Um, guys? We're still playing a game, remember?"

Melvin broke the kiss reluctantly and noticed his audience. He smirked down at Ryou, his cheeks flushed and his mouth open slightly, panting. He lowered his head to kiss Ryou's forehead before sitting up. "We'll finish this later." Ryou sat up, too distracted to respond.

Tristan spun the bottle, and it landed on Yugi. Tristan shrugged indifferently and placed a quick peck on Yugi's mouth. Yami let out an involuntary growl as he did so, which caused Yugi to snicker and kiss Yami on the nose for reassurance.

Marik reluctantly took his turn. He flicked his wrist to spin the bottle and then snapped his hand back like the bottle was radioactive. Bakura smiled amusedly as Marik scrunched his eyes shut, as if this game couldn't be any more painful. His grin disappeared, however, when the bottle stopped spinning.

"Uh, Marik, the bottle stopped."

Marik timidly opened one eye, tracing its path in the direction of his subject of torture. However, relief visibly washed over him when he saw that it landed on Bakura. He smirked impishly, then rolled his eyes and wrinkled his nose dramatically. "Ew, I have to kiss Florence? Oh well, if I must."

A look of hurt flashed over Bakura's face for a second before it was replaced with an indignant expression. "What's wrong with kissing me, Marik?"

Marik looked at him strangely. "Um… I was being sarcastic, Bakura. I mean, who do you think I would rather kiss? Yami?"

"Hey!"

"Oh…" Bakura felt heat rise on the back of his neck, embarrassed that he had overreacted. Marik giggled at Bakura's humiliated blush, evidently enjoying the opportunity to make Bakura uncomfortable, rather than the other way around. Snickering, he reached his hand out, pushing past Bakura's hair and placing his palm on the nape of Bakura's neck. He pulled Bakura toward him and claimed his kiss, his lips gently molding to Bakura's. Bakura's eyes dropped shut. He leaned into Marik immediately, kissing back firmly. It was over just as quickly as it had begun, much to Bakura's disappointment. Marik pulled back quickly and turned his head, scrunching his face. For a horrible moment, Bakura thought that Marik was going to throw up after kissing him. To his relief, Marik let out a sneeze.

Yugi giggled cutely. "Aw, Marik sneezes like a kitten."

Marik turned back to Bakura with an expression of mock terror. "Oh my Ra, you didn't tell me that it was contagious, Kitty! Great, now I'm going to turn into a neko again because I kissed you."

"Not a kitty," Bakura mumbled half-heartedly, still a little dazed.

Marik chuckled and placed a hand on the top of Bakura's head, massaging the spot between his bat wings affectionately. Bakura closed his eyes and purred quietly.

"Whatever you say, Kitty."